Page 39 of Playing Cowboy
“You did,” I insist as the coil in my tense gut begins to loosen as the heat inside his hand turns molten.“Walked right into my life and threw open my heart.”
“Pretty talk for a pretty boy,” he insists, the water roiling now and soapy waves of desire threatening to spill over the edges of the tub itself.
We listen to the water slosh.Feel the squeaky clean flesh of our cocks slither.Glance across the water and moan in deep, satisfied desire.“Like you said,” I grunt, so close now I’m afraid I’ll overflow the tub with my approaching climax.“We’ve felt enough.”
“I was wrong,” he insists, jerking all the harder as sweat pours down his flushed face.“With you?I can never feel enough!”
Chapter Seventeen
Grady
“No fair.”
Chet pouts, naked, hard, and sweaty.“Is too fair,” I somehow manage to mutter around his big toe as I start to suck it in earnest.
“You’re having all the fun!”
We’re at opposite ends of the living room couch.Lights off.Moonlight streaming in.Totally naked and hard as guardrails, our backs rest across opposite cushions.I slide his toe out with an audible “thwock” sound and frown.“Trust me, Chet?We’re both going to have fun if you’d just trust me.”
“I can’t reach your stupid toe!”
“You won’t have to once I...”I wink and slide my foot against his stiff prick.It dances along the arch, veiny, stiff, and smooth.
“Oh,” he grunts, smiling.Then: “Oh!”
I wink and plop his toe back in my mouth, sucking it as if it’s his stiff prick, only ...smaller.It’s squeaky clean and somewhat disappointing.After all, I should have let him sweat all day and then sucked him clean instead.But then again, it’s my first time worshipping some sexy stud’s foot, so ...I’ll do better next time.Hell, maybe I’ll even sniff his dirty sock first.I hear some guys like that.
For now, it’s enough to suck his big, thick toe and stroke his pretty little cock with my foot.He leans into it, the leather creaking beneath him as he slithers closer, spreading those milky white thighs as I spy a hint of his rosy boy pussy tucked beneath his puckered taint.
I sigh and curse myself for being such a damn gentleman when I know good and well he’d bend over for me in a heartbeat.Or would I bend over for him?And why can’t we both do ...both?
I shake the thought away, watching his soft belly flutter and pink nipples stiffen in reply to my gentle stroking.Or is it his?In the end, Chet simply presses his slick cock against my foot and uses it for his pleasure, grinding, gliding, thrusting, and grunting as a sheen of fresh sex sweat slithers across his silken skin.
I watch in wide wonder, stiffening in reply as his own foot stretches to find my balls, gently hoisting them atop his toes as I moan in reply.He winks and, reaching down, pats the leather cushion until he finds my foot.“Gotcha!”he teases, wriggling, thrusting, grunting until awkwardly he hoists my foot and—
“Oh!”I get it now, my cock leaping in reply as his smooth sole wriggles up the length of me, pressing down until my cock is sandwiched between his foot and my panting belly.
